Powerful Papa With Triplet Babies Chapter 371

Chapter 371 “Why aren“t you leaving?” She turned around and glared at him. “Can I go through

your door?”

"You can't.”

She stared daggers at him. She was far too traumatized to go back the way she climbed over, so she

did not want to do it all over again. “Who did you think I came all the way here for? What is it going

to cost you to just let me use your door? Your life?”

“I just saved you.” Anne was rendered speechless.

“I haven't eaten.” Anthony closed his eyes lazily.

She scowled and wondered if he was asking her to cook for him.

Anne contemplated the options before her, knowing perfectly well that Anthony would not have

said such a thing if he was not commanding her. If she did not wish to go through the fences again,

she would have to cook for him to get the opportunity to leave.

"...Sure, what do you have here? I can cook.”

She went into the kitchen to prepare a meal for Anthony, but as there was nothing in the

refrigerator, he had to order someone to deliver fresh ingredients.

“If you can get someone to deliver fresh ingredients, why can't you just order from a hotel or

something? Countless people out there would kill for a chance to serve the most powerful man in

Luton!’ she thought as she forced herself to accept reality and consider it a price she had to pay to

exit Anthony's house.

She failed to understand why Anthony would own an apartment in this area.

Upon looking around, she noticed that it was the exact same apartment type as the one she owned,

but the interior design was warm and welcoming, which was not at all Anthony's style and seemed

more like a woman's apartment. Half an hour later, Anne plated three dishes and a soup onto the

table. She watched as he ate and asked, “Is there something wrong with your stomach?” He did not

respond, so she decided not to dig any deeper as there was nothing else to gain. “Il am going to go

now.”

"Did I say you can leave?” he said emotionlessly.

She frowned. “But I already cooked.”

“Wait until I'm done.”

She gritted her teeth and wondered if he meant to comment on her food, but if Anthony did not

agree to let her leave, she did not have the courage to disobey, so she remained in the dining room

while looking around the apartment. There were stairs leading down to the living room, and as she

walked up, she spotted a drawing of a woman on the wall at the end of the corridor.

She studied the woman's face and found a lot of similarities with Anthony's features. Instantly, she

realized that she was looking at Julie.

She was beautiful and elegant. Though her son was an evil man, he was talented in many senses. It

was a shame that she had lived such a short life before being killed by the Marwood Family.

“What are you looking at?”

She jumped at the voice and turned to find Anthony in the living room. She went down the stairs

anxiously, feeling like she had discovered someone's secret. “Nothing. I just saw a drawing. Is that

your mother? She's really pretty. Is this apartment your mother's?”

He gave her a cold look before sitting down on the couch with his chin up and his eyes closed. His

neckline was defined and sharp enough to cut, and his Adam's Apple was on display in the most

seductive way possible as he oozed a dangerous aura.

Anne took a few steps forward. “Can I go now?"

He opened his eyes and tilted his head as he stared at her.

She trembled and looked away. “... No? It's late, so I need to go home.”

"Another man waiting for you?”

"What? What man?” She scowled in annoyance.

He looked away and closed his eyes again. “Stay the night here.”

Anne doubted her own ears for a moment. “What? Here? Why? Are you going to force yourself on

me again?”

"Are you going to fight back?” he asked without bothering to open his eyes.

Anne did not want to stay the night with Anthony simply because he demanded it.

“Try walking out that door and see what happens,” he warned.

Enraged, she asked, "What exactly are you trying to do? Is it really that funny to toy with me?”

Anthony stood from the couch and Anne instantly cowered backward as she

red at him

warily, fearing that he would attack at any moment.

Without another glance at her, Anthony walked up the stairs and went toward the corridor.